no you don't understand.

i want to dance.

in a ballroom, full of people.

just me dancing alone and-

....

okay yes you caught me i'm jealous that i'm not a jane austen character and i don't get to dance with a handsome duke who just arrived in the ballroom.

"i miss the ocean. i miss it more than anything."

when you get too into reading poems and one just hits so hard that you want the earth to swallow you whole because DAMN the emotions inside me rn? too much. bye. consume me earth.

"June."

• There will always be a person who looks like a poem

earth wrote to keep you alive •

• They are merely words while you are poetry •

losing that one memorable thing/gift/memory is so sad like you're never going to find that special thing again

stupid bitches subscribe to shit things and then get bothered by their emails im stupid bitches

"you only live once" yeah thank god for that imagine doing this shit twice

"Me."